DISCLAIMER! I do not own any of the Son's Of Anarchy characters. I only own the OC's.
Sitting on the ground surrounded by suitcases, Chelsea took a deep breath. She couldn't deal with Daryl's lies and shit anymore. She was leaving.. Tonight.
"What are you doing?" Looking up, she saw him standing in the doorway.
"Think of the devil and he shall appear." She spat. The closer she looked the more she noticed his sloppy appearance. His shirt was almost all the way untucked and he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand that looked to be three quarters of the way empty.
"Watch your mouth, you stupid bitch." He snarled while making a poor attempt to throw the bottle in her direction, but hitting the TV on the other side of the room instead.
"Watch your aim, you drunk neanderthal." Fell from her tired lips, as she gracefully picked herself up off the floor to go clean up after his temper tantrum. "So do you wanna tell me why you missed our 6 year anniversary party? Or where you've been all night? Oh, I know! Or how about whatever out call Amber got sent to that just so happened to be at the address of my apartment across town?" Turning to face him with her hands on her hips, she let the final question fall from her lips. "Or are you too drunk to even slur out your lies tonight, Daryl?"
"Business is business, Chelsea. You know how it works." Was the feeble response he manged to say, while he tried to stagger towards her.
"No, my business is business. You paying my coworkers to ride your dick? That's just being a sorry cheating piece of shit." She hissed, side stepping him before he could reach her. "So either you tell me everything.. Right now.. Or I'll finish packing up my bags, walk out that door, and I promise you... I'll never walk back through it."
"It was a trial, you made a mistake, we know."
The thickness of her promise hung in the air between the two.. Just waiting when Daryl all of a sudden broke out into hysterics. "And where the hell do you think you're going to go, Chelsea? You severed your ties with that worthless brother of your's when you left with me. He won't want you and no man other then me will ever want a used up cum rag like you." He chuckled a little more as she went back to packing up her things. "Go ahead, pull all your stuff out. You'll just have to deal with the pain of putting it all up tomorrow. I'm gonna go sleep this off, Sugarbutt. We'll discuss your behavior in the morning."
"And I'm feeling like we missed out on everything.
I just hope it's worth the fight.
Cause this is a battle..
And it's your last final call."
"We won't be discussing anything in the morning, asshole." Chelsea spat. Walking over to the nightstand, she picked up his wallet, phone, and keys. As she zipped up the last of her suitcases she grabbed her purse, before throwing her duffel bag over her shoulder while stacking a small suitcase on top of her rolling suitcase. One last glance at Daryl to see him passed smooth out, she made her way to the kitchen.
She sat her stuff down on the granite counter, leaving the big bags at the doorway. She briskly walked into the living room so she could turn the radio on. As she wandered back through the house, she picked up a few books. Once back in the kitchen, she finally took a deep breath. Hearing Jhene Aiko's voice come through the speakers, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "I shoulda never let you in. Cause you got me face down.." She couldn't help but sing along as she opened Daryl's wallet, pulling out all of his credit cards and laying them on the counter in a line. Next, she counted out the cash he had in there, twenty.. forty.. eighty... three hundred... two thousand "Tisk, tisk. You should have know better." She smirked, taking the cash and stuffing it into her own wallet.
Smiling, she gathered all of his credit cards and dropped them straight into the blender. "But you're the worst.. You know what you've done to me.." After she turned the blender on, dropped the keys into the disposal and flipped the switch, she then picked up the all the books and headed towards the den.
She her fingertips along the stone of the fireplace as she awaited the warm blaze. As she slowly threw each book into the fire, she couldn't help the small smile that rose to her full lips. Each book contained a different important document of his and by burning them she was ensuring her escape. Daryl couldn't track her if he didn't have any leverage to hold over anyone anymore. Dancing around the room, the words continues to flow, "I don't need you, but I want you.."
Watching the last book be tossed into the flames, she slowly ran her hands down the silky lace fabric that made up her dress. She had bought it specifically for their anniversary, knowing red was Daryl's favorite color on her sun kissed skin. She couldn't help but scoff as she ripped the long flowing dress from her body and dropped it in the flames to burn with the rest of the books.
Slowly she let herself fall to the ground as she watched the fire take over, raking her long fingers through her dark raven hair, she sighed. She couldn't believe this was it. She and Daryl had been through so much, had came so far. Yet this is where she knew it had to end. The damage had already been done for the most part. If she changed her mind now.. She knew he would keep up all his antics he had acquired in the last year or so. She could deal with her business as an escort because that's what had brought her and the man she had once loved so far in their life together. It bought them both a nice car, it bought them a loft on the upside of town and she even bought herself a small apartment in downtown to escape to when things started to get bad between them. The newest thing they had bought together was a small puppy, Havoc, a beautiful brindle Boston Terrier. Luckily, Chelsea had been given the privilege to name him so she named him something to remind her of her old life.. Who she is.
They had built the business together. She had went club hopping for weeks to recruit cute young girls, to build the life they wanted.. To build the life Daryl thought was owed to him. Roughly pushing herself back up, she hastily made her way to his den. "But you ain't shit and you weren't special." She threw his favorite piece of artwork onto the desk, busting a hole in it, uncovering the hidden safe. "We built this together? Well I'm taking my half." She growled, turning the lock on the safe. The song became nothing but a blur to her as her eyes lit up once she had gotten into the safe.
It was full of mainly money with a few firearms, her passport, and her legal documents. Chelsea was glad she didn't have the same mind frame Daryl did. Where she kept her things in the safe, the first place anyone would look, Daryl hid his in common house hold items. She grabbed all her legal documents and carried them into the kitchen at a hurried pace.
Running back into the bedroom, Chelsea froze seeing Daryl sleeping so peacefully in their bed. She had half a mind to join him and just forget this had ever happened. Walking over to him, she lightly traced his abs.. Watching his eyes, to see if he still would react to her touch the way he use to. When he didn't even stir, she knew that she had been right a couple minutes earlier. This is where it had to end. She gave him one last peck on his light pink lips. "Goodbye, Daryl." With that said, she hurried into the big walk in closet to find some clothes. Grabbing her favorite leather jacket, some black shorts, white leather booties, and a long sleeved white chiffon shirt. She quickly pulled the clothes on, zipped up her shoes, and then grabbed one last bag to put everything from the safe into. Grabbing $600,000 out of the safe, Chelsea stuck the money into the bag. The last thing she had to do was get Havoc and then they'd be on their way.
"Havoc baby! Come here boy. Come on!" Looking around expectantly, she saw the small puppy clumsily running her way. She clipped the leash on him, threw her purse over one shoulder, a duffel bag on the other, then grabbed the handle to the rolling suitcase. She looked around the loft one last time before quickly making her exit with Havoc in tow.
Two hours later, Chelsea exited the highway and took the first right she could and saw two cars pulled off to the side. One was an old beat up sedan and the other was a black 1967 Camaro SS. As she came to a stop, she spotted the three people leaning on the front of the truck causing her to smirk. Two women and one man. The man stood at about 6'2" with dirty blonde hair, he wore a black hoodie and some dark blue jeans. One of the woman was wearing a pair of white skinny jeans with a red plaid button up shirt, her whispy dirty blonde hair was blowing like crazy in the wind. The other girl had on some light blue shorts and a light pink tank top, her brunette ombre hair was pulled into a high ponytail.
Slowly stepping out of her car, she approached the man first, "Roman."
"Chelsea." He said grimly, before engulfing him into his big strong arms.
"How much do I owe you for the car and helping me get out so fast?" She said, as a single tear slid down her bronze cheek.
"Not a damn thing." He said, brushing it away with his thumb before he leaned in planting a heated kiss on her rosie red lips. "Just get the hell out of here and don't come back. That engine ain't a joke. You'll hit California by 2a.m. Don't stop until you are out of the state and do not go to your brother's, Chels. Do you hear me? He'll find you there." He inquired, holding her face steady.
"I hear you." She answered, pulling away and turning to the two women. "Rach.. Bridge.. You two don't need to get anymore pulled into this then you already are."
"Shut it, bitch. You ain't losing us that easily." The brunette purred, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
Chelsea brushed a loose strand of raven hair behind her ear, "Love you too, Rachael."
"We're all in this together. That's the deal we made the night we all met. If you're out.. We're out." Looking over to the blonde, Chelsea could see that the girl was giving her a reassuring smile before coming over to hug her.
Chelsea kissed the top of her friend's head, "Thank you, Bridge. That means alot to me." She turned back to Roman to see him unloading her bags out of her old car and carrying them over to the Camaro. "Are you sure you won't come with us?" She asked hesitatingly, while she grabbed her purse and Havoc from the front seat.
"I want to more than anything, Chels. But you know I can't. He'd put two and two together, figure out that you and I were more than he ever could have imagined, and then he would come after you for sure." He said, looking up into the sky. "I'll protect you from here. Lead him to the other side of the country."
She grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "What we had, you and I, will always be more than Daryl and I ever had."
He nodded his head, a storm of emotions in his eyes. She could tell he didn't want to let her go, but he knew he had to. "Well... I guess this is it. Nick wanted to be here, but someone had to have a legitimate alibi for tonight. There's an envelope under the driver seat that is from him. He doesn't want you opening it until you get to wherever you are going to be staying." He pulled her in for one last hug, one last kiss.
They only pulled away when they need to catch their breath, "I adore you, Roman."
"Come here, Rach. Bridget." She heard him call from behind her. She finally broke away from his arms that kept her warm in their embrace and went to her new car. She admired her ride as she saw her three friends having an emotional group hug, Roman's eyes never left her as he kissed both of the other girls foreheads, giving them one final farewell. "I love you girls. Keep each other safe."
"Keep Nick safe for me. I can't lose my brother, Rome." Rachael plead, throwing herself on him in a tight embrace.
"I will." He said, following the two towards the car and walking up to the driver's door as Chelsea climbed in. "I love you, Chelsea Lowman. Go be free." He kissed her forehead, closed her door, then watched as his three girls disappeared into the night. He didn't know if he'd ever see them again.. That thought made his vision start to blur with red as he proceeded to finish the task at hand.. He made his way over to the old sedan, pulling out a crow bar...
Chelsea watched in the rear view mirror as Roman made his way back to the sedan.."What's he gonna do with my car?" She questioned, starring straight ahead.
"He's gonna make it look like someone trashed it, maybe kidnapped you." Rachael said, from beside her best friend while she played with Havoc's tail, trying to keep the tears at bay.
"Then he's going to push it into a pond right off that road. Hope it sinks, you know?" Bridget continued from the backseat, laying a supportive hand on her friend's shoulder. "You know we are gonna get through this, right?"
"Right."Chelsea replied in a hopeful far away voice. Both Rachael and Bridget gave their dear friend a concerned look before going back to what they had been doing. Rachael went to fidgeting with the radio station after she got Havoc situated in her lap, while Bridget handed each girl their preferred drink and then proceeded to sprawl out in the backseat. Chelsea just starred straight ahead at the long black highway ahead of her. She thought about everything that had happened in the last few hours. Setting up for the party, getting ready for the party, Daryl not showing up or picking up his phone, numerous people whispering behind her back until Roman had pulled her to the side to tell her where his best friend was, and then her leaving. Her head was starting to hurt as she went on to think about where she was heading to.
Back to see her big brother, the one person she had always been able to depend on. He had been her best friend for so many years. They had been raised by their grandmother and aunt, so they had always stuck together despite him having been eight years older. He was her protector from a very young age, for as long as she could remember, but he couldn't protect her from Daryl's charm. She met him when she was 16 and he was 19. Her brother kept them apart as much as possible up until she turned 18. The day after her birthday, her and Daryl split town. She always looked back, but the longer she was gone the tighter Daryl's reign over her had gotten. It had been a little over four years since she had spoken to him and she could only hope that her family wouldn't turn her away and that she could keep the life she had been living in the shadows for the rest of her days.
The next thing she knew, Bridget was shaking her shoulder as Chelsea was jamming to whatever rock song she had on the radio at the moment. "What's up?" Chelsea wondered, trying to focus on her friend and not on the concerns that were now flooding her head.
"We just passed the 'Welcome To Charming' sign, babe." Bridget said, cautiously. Hearing that, Chelsea tried to shake her foggy mind clear. She had made the whole trip on auto pilot it seemed.
"Lovely." Was the only thing that left her mouth. She had half a mind to haul ass to Canada and catch a plan to Ireland. Daryl wasn't allowed in Ireland.
"Do you miss him?" Rachael asked out of nowhere.
Chelsea gave her a surprised look, "Who? Daryl? Are you serious? That's like asking if I miss having that knife in my rib cage that he so nicely placed there two months ago."
"Not Daryl. Your brother." Rachael said, remembering that day all too well.
Two Months Ago..
Rachael and Bridget had just finished racing each other up the stairs to Chelsea's apartment. The three were going to have a movie night, maybe invite Roman and Nick over. "I hate you." Bridget laughed, shoving her friend's shoulder lightly at Rachael's comment.
"It's not my fault that those legs are only good for looking at." Bridget continued to tease while Rachael pulled her keys from her purse.
"Hardy har har, bitch." Rachael purred, as she got the door open. They heard the shower running and assumed that's where Chelsea was. So the two set out to set up the evening. Bridget took off her coat before digging into her large bag and pulling out A Walk To Remember, Runaway Bride, and Pretty Woman. "You would pick a movie about a hooker." Rachael laughed, going into the kitchen with three bottles of white wine to ice them down. She pulled out her phone as she closed the freezer, dialing Nick's number. "Hey bubs, you on your-"
"Ahhhhhhhh!" She heard come from the bedroom.
She smiled, assuming Chelsea had just startled the shit out of Bridget so she just carried on, "You on your way?"
"Yeah, pulling up actually. What's with the screaming?" He said, concerned.
"Hold on. Let me see." Rachael said, walking slowly towards the dimly lit room where she could hear Bridget practically whispering Chelsea's name over and over again. "I think our friends might be having a little girl on girl fun." Rachael laughed before she entered the room and saw Bridget leaned over Chelsea's limp body. "Oh my God." Was the last thing Nick heard before the line went dead.
Back To Present..
"Of course I do. There hasn't been one day since I ran away that I haven't thought about him." She looked towards her two best friends, "He was my best friend. The best big brother a girl ever could have asked for." One single tear fell from her emerald eyes.
"Will you tell us about him?" This was a subject that Chelsea had always shied away from.. Almost like it was a sin to speak of him. Like she would be struck down right in the very spot she stood.
Chelsea took a deep breath, "He's got this look, you know? That look that you can't lie to, that look that you can't hide anything from. He never had to call me on my bullshit, he just gave me that look and I knew. He knew me inside and out. He knew me better than I knew myself. I remember one time.. I was about 11 and he was 19, I had been playing on the playground by myself waiting for him to pick me up from school. These guys came over and started kicking dirt on me and calling me an orphan. When I stood up and tried to walk away, one of them shoved me down and into the mulch." She looked over at Rachael with a sad smile, but there was something in her eyes.. Admiration? "Well, the next thing I know.. My brother pops up out of nowhere and tackles the one that shoved me to the ground, he proceeded to bloody the guy's face up pretty bad. Well by the time he decided he was done, the guy's friends were long gone. I remember it clear as day what my brother told the guy 'If you got a problem with me or the Sons, I advise you to get over it. And if I ever see you near my Angel again, I'll kill you.' He was never late again after that day." Chelsea started to zone out as she turned on to Main St.
"I bet he's missed you." Rachael reassured her friend, squeezing Chelsea's arm. Rachael and Chelsea had talked very seldom about the brother her friend had left behind, but Rachael knew more than anyone else. She knew Chelsea's doubts on if her brother would accept her back into his life.
"Well we are about to find out." Chelsea said, matter of factly as she turned into a parking garage by the name of Teller-Morrow Automotive. It was as if an alarm had gone off with the way Havoc reacted to the change in atmosphere. He started jumping from back to front to back to front and when Rachael tried to hold him down, he just went crazy licking her all over. Chelsea parked beside a black Caddy and as she laid her hand on the door handle, she looked back to her friends. "It's not too late. We can still leave now. I'll haul ass to New York?"
At hearing this Rachael tossed Havoc to Bridget and fell out of the passenger door causing everyone to look over at the sudden commotion. "Oops." She said, slyly smirking at her best friend. "I think it's too late now."
"You fucking bitch." Chelsea growled, opening her door and standing up straight. Ready to face whatever came her way.
Rachael came around to the driver side of the car as Bridget got out behind her and hooked arms with Chelsea. "We got your back. We might not be your brother, but we're your sisters."
"Havoc! Havoc, stay! No." Bridget growled, leaning in towards the car threateningly as the little guy tried to climb out. Once they got the dog situated, the three girls started to make their way towards a bigger man with wild curly hair.
"How can I help you ladies?" He said, politely.
"Aye. How can we be of service to ya and yer lovely beauty of a car?" Chelsea's breath caught in her throat at the sound of the second man's voice. She didn't know it from anywhere, but it was almost as though it was trying to put a spell on her. Glancing over, she saw a man that looked to be in his late 30's with dark hair and some grey peeking out at the roots. His skin had a permanent tan to it from the kiss of the sun, his goatee was magnified by the scars he had on either side of his mouth. Chelsea couldn't help but smile as she thought how she wouldn't mind that man's voice having a spell over her.
Noticing her friend's sudden distraction and interest in the exotic man, Rachael elbowed her in the ribs. "Chelsea?"
Shaking herself out of the daze she had fallen into the man with the scars beat her to the punch before she could answer either of them. "Please tell me, Ms. Chelsea, tha yer front end needs some work, cause I'd love ta get my hands up under yer hood."
"Oh hunny, her front end needs some work.. But I doubt that's the one you wanted to play with." Bridget giggled off smartly.
The gentleman that had first addressed the women finally spoke up, "Well that escalated rather quickly."
"Yeah, it did." Chelsea said, glaring at her friend for throwing her under the bus like that. "The car doesn't need any work, but if you can get in contact with my brother.. I'll let you play with it. Let you show me what it's really capable of." Chelsea teased, starring at the man with a sexy smirk on her lips.
She overheard Bridget whisper to Rachael, "I still don't think we're talking about the car."
Please tell me what you think! Will update soon, already have the second chapter going:)